No woman will touch me
Like those who I have read
Sexton, Plath, Rossetti
Whose words echo in dreams
Whose words teach life lessons
They who have taught me
To know of life and living
To know of suffering
That pain and loss are worthwhile
And love is overrated
To hurt is a joy, valid inspiration
We are but writers
A concept of creation
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